John had been worried about his kid for some time. They had been a bit distant lately, a bit standoffish. He remained patient and tried not to be overbearing, even if he was worried.

Finally, a sort of breakthrough came. His kid asked him to sit with them to talk. Gladly, he accepted, grunting as he sat at the table now. He folded his hands atop the table with an encouraging smile.

“Okay, pigeon. What’s up?”